I′ve called you so many times today
And I guess it′s all true what your girlfriends say
That you don′t ever want to see me again
And your brother′s gonna kill me and he′s six feet ten
I guess you′d call it cowardice
But I′m not prepared to go on like this

I can′t, I can′t
I can′t stand losing
I can′t stand losing you

I see you′ve sent my letters back
And my LP records and they′re all scratched
I can′t see the point in another day
When nobody listens to a word I say
You can call it lack of confidence
But to carry on living doesn′t make no sense

I can′t, I can′t
I can′t stand losing

I guess this is our last goodbye
And you don′t care so I won′t cry
But you′ll be sorry when I′m dead
And all this guilt will be on your head
I guess you′d call it suicide
But I′m too full to swallow my pride

I can′t, I can′t
I can′t stand losing
I can′t stand losing you